The Silent Pond

I have no desire

for wo/men

for a thing or being.

I have contemplated in solitude

and meditated on my body

to direct desire

towards

words, objects, and bodies

yet my body seeks only death

like silent water in the night

gazing at the stars

wary of the day’s pollution

the washer man's obscene

touch and the nakedness

of animals

invading the sphere

into me

all over me.